You Do Not Need Rocky To Tell You That Pain Is Real

You don’t need Indiana jones to follow the clues of their misdeeds.
You don’t need Hercule Poirot to unravel their lies and show us for the accepting fools they think we seem to be.
You don’t need Rocky to tell you that pain is real

They’re stealing hope
They’re killing dreams

You don’t need the moon to tell you that it’s the night
You don’t need to see the tears to hear the screams of someone losing hope in their life.

They’ve killed a nations pride
They’ve stolen children’s meals

You don’t need a politician to tell you how to feel
You don’t need to jump into the ocean to tell you that drowning is real

If there’re allowed to carry on
If they bring their fascism home
Our country, our hopes, our dreams, our fu#king lives will crawl on their knees.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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